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To the Little One born on December 28, 2001, You don’t know it yet, but you arrived at the very tail end of a year that changed the world forever. While the rest of the world was looking at the horizon with uncertainty, you were a quiet, new heartbeat in the Karachi winter. Right now, your world is small, warmth of a blanket, the sound of voices in the next room, and the soft light of a December afternoon. You have no idea about the person you will become by March 10, 2026. I want to tell you about the road ahead. You’re going to grow up in a city that never sleeps, in a neighborhood called Jauhar that will feel like home and a maze all at once. You’re going to carry the name Mushk, and like your name, you will be a scent that lingers, a presence that people feel even when you aren’t trying to be noticed. You will face twenty-four years of life. Some of those years will feel like a celebration, and others will feel like a heavy weight you aren't sure you can carry. You’ll see the world turn digital, you’ll see the streets of Karachi change, and you will live through twenty-four Ramadans, eventually reaching that 20th Roza in 2026 where everything feels a bit more profound. Don’t be afraid of the "vents" or the heavy nights. Don’t be afraid of the dates on the calendar. You were born at the start of a new millennium to be a witness to it all. Your life isn't just a stretch of time between two dates; it’s every breath you took in between. Sleep well, Baby Mushk. You are loved, you are resilient, and you are going to handle 2026 with a strength you haven't even discovered yet. With love, Your 2026 Self ❤️